ancient eyes

it is a bust, a bust from ancient times,
chipped but still intact, unknown though perhaps
a respected member of officialdom
or a dancer, her graceful hands and legs
as persuasive as her benevolent eyes that look at you
but unknown and with no name, no identity or fixed history
no biography;
and his eyes
or her eyes are fixed on you
and the face is held up to you
and the expression is contemporary
though on an ancient bust
and she looks at you
and he looks at you;
and you see the same emotions and feelings
and hopes and aspirations
that power your heart
and you see the same mental formations and the same drives
that howl in your mind;
and you see the history of the mind that evolved
and you see the records of ancient times
and the desires and wants and ambitions and inclinations
that have developed and shaped your heart and mind and body
and every nerve;
and you see your heart
you see your mind and you see what is actually in you
and you see yourself there in ancient times
and you see yourself as you are;
and you see you are one
you are humanity
you are humanity past and present
and you see you and are I one